I Need My Parcel

Rhonda had taken too long drying her hair, as usual. This wasn’t the first time she had missed the delivery driver for a package signature, but this was the first time it mattered. Her husband was going to be extremely upset if he found out she hadn’t answered the door to sign for his package, and when Rhonda saw the delivery truck drive down the street, her heart started to race with panic.

“Not again!” she groaned, slipping on her sandals and dashing out the door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The delivery driver, Gordon, looked back in his rearview mirror to a crazed-looking blonde-haired woman running after him, her arms waving frantically. He rolled his eyes and hit the brakes.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” he asked, exasperated, as she caught up to the now-stopped truck.
Rhonda was panting now. “I’m so sorry, but I live at 324 and I just missed you. Please, I need that package today.”

Gordon shook his head. “I can’t do that. It’s already been marked as undelivered. I can stop back tomorrow.”

“I am begging you. . . please!”

Gordon pondered this for a moment. This woman did look pretty desperate, and it didn’t hurt that she was an absolute bombshell, with her perfect blonde hair and cute little summer dress. He gave in, thrusting the package towards her.

Rhonda let out a long sigh of relief. “Thank you, so, so much. Can I. . . offer you anything? Why don’t you come inside for a second so I can repay you properly?”

Gordon looked at his watch. He did have a little time to kill, as he was ahead of schedule.

“Well. . . okay,” he said finally. “That’s very nice of you.”

Rhonda smiled at him as he got out of his truck and followed her back to her house. The more she looked at him, the more attractive he became. He was a good ten years younger than her, with a messy head of hair and a slim build. She knew these skinny guys always had the biggest dicks, so her idea of offering him lemonade and cake quickly dissipated into something else. . .

As soon as Gordon was inside her house, his eyes got wide. Her house was beautiful and sprawling, much more spacious than how it appeared on the outside.

“Get comfortable!” said Rhonda, leading Gordon over to the couch.

“Oh, I shouldn’t stay long,” he stammered, surprised at how friendly this sexy and strange woman was acting toward him.

Rhonda smiled and winked. “This won’t take long.”

Gordon didn’t even have time to ask what she meant by that and watched as Rhonda headed into the kitchen. Her ass was thick and round. He couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Here you go,” Rhonda said when she returned, thrusting a glass of lemonade at him. Gordon sipped it, and before he could even thank her, he was caught off guard by Rhonda lowering to her knees in between his legs.

Gordon watched in awe as Rhonda looked him straight in the eye as she pulled his cock out of his pants and took it in her hands.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, as she lowered her pretty, luscious lips towards it, running her tongue along his thick shaft. He couldn’t believe this was happening! A normal delivery route had turned into this, like something out of a movie.

“I just want to show you some appreciation,” Rhonda said softly and seductively, batting her eyelashes up at Gordon’s stunned face.

“Well, you are. . . ah, fuck. . . you are more than welcome,” Gordon sighed, settling back against the couch as Rhonda really began working her mouth up and down on his cock, as it throbbed between her lips.

She noticed how much bigger Gordon’s cock was compared to her husband’s and she couldn’t help but wish the man she married was packing a size like that. It was so much fun to suck off a cock like this, with its thick head and throbbing, veiny shaft.

“Mmmmm,” Rhonda moaned, her sounds muffled as she gagged all the way down to the base of his cock.

Gordon started to relax and began to run his fingers through her hair, holding her head as she sucked him. Her wet noises were sexy, and Rhonda didn’t hold back. She was all in now, sloppy and fast as she gave him the most enthusiastic head she ever had. Her husband always begged her for head like this, but there was something about this cute delivery driver that really brought it out of her.

“Goddamn, you’re so good at that,” Gordon groaned, “keep going just like that, baby. Holy shit.”

Hearing how much Gordon was enjoying herself made Rhonda even more turned on. She could feel how wet her pussy was, the fabric of her panties sticking to her underneath her skirt. Every time he tugged her hair a little harder, she got hornier and hornier. How had she never noticed this delivery guy before?

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” moaned Gordon, his jaw hanging wide open as Rhonda continued to suck him off hard and fast, sexy and unrelenting.

Rhonda’s eyes lifted up to look at him, admiring his expression. She eagerly awaited the warm splash of cum down her throat, and when it finally came, she moaned and leaned her body even further into Gordon. It seemed like the stream of cum was never-ending, the thick liquid flooding into her mouth. She swallowed it all down happily, enjoying the taste, allowing some of it to spill out of the edges of her lips.

“Oh my god,” Gordon groaned, his voice shaky and strained. He slipped his cock out from her mouth, smiling as she licked her lips, getting every drop of cum off of them.

Rhonda giggled and sat up, joining Gordon on the couch. She leaned flirtatiously against him, allowing her fingers to twirl around his curly hair. She sighed.

“I should get back,” Gordon said, after a few more heavy moments of silence. The sexual energy still hung thick in the air.

“Are you. . . are you the normal delivery driver on my street now?” Rhonda asked, hoping he was picking up on her hints.

Gordon couldn’t help but smile. How had he got so lucky? He knew this woman was probably married, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was how much more enjoyable his work days would be if he could always take his break in this very spot right here, with Rhonda on her knees.

Authors note: I love a horny, naughty, and misbehaving housewife, there’s something so exciting about putting myself in their shoes and letting my mind explore the possibilities. I like to imagine her bored and alone, tired of boring sex, and unconsciously looking for something to spice up her life. It really gets me going! What do you think? – Tamsin 😘

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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